But I love love, yes I do, even when its weight cripples you.

I get the impression that people tend to mistake how generous I am with my feelings for them as a sign of weakness. When I love, I love. I love entirely, completely, all that you are. I love with passion and if I believe in what we have I will fight for it.

Perhaps this is the problem? Perhaps it's a lot to live up to? Because the same thing happens every time. The same things go wrong. And the same outcome always occurs. And I'll tell you what, I'm not the one looking weak in the end.